You don’t need to hire an investigator or trawl through telephone directories, today all you need is a quick ‘search’ and you can find all sorts of details about a person.
To save you the trouble:
I am a poet, a writer, a thief
I stole an idea, it wasn’t mine to keep
I used it, cruelly twisting it to suit my will
bending the truths that hid within
an old conversation between two friends.
I never knew them, at all, just saw them
one day, beside a row of cakes.
They were discussing moving
between choosing – cakes.
Chocolate or lemon, frosted or not?
were their important musings, that day.
I listened, leaned in, intent…
eyes wide with greed that writers possess
a move to the coast, an escape
from an eager lover
or a gentle repose, closer to home…
The moment passed
they moved away.
With my pockets full
– just for the cake.
(working on a new eBook – CAKE!)